Moonspear carry on phenomenon

Her father seemed rather unconcerned with this whole situation, instead offering a calm prompt that Lyra barely understood. Though his tone was reassuring, her brows still furrowed, staring at him and giving a soft whine as he nosed her forward before exiting the den himself. At least now she was up on all fours and was slightly closer to the entrance, yet she was still unsure. It was Hydra's gentle push that finally convinced her to follow the others out into the Bright.

She blinked against the harsh light as she emerged, mirroring the look of displeasure of her sibling. A flash of white suddenly streaked past her, following by rushed babbling and a giggle of delight. Lyra cast a glance back at the now empty den, nervous about the development but, upon seeing her sister's elated reaction, she felt a spark of excitement. Perhaps it wasn't all bad!

Their mother seemed the least concerned of them all, and Lyra peered at the dark adult as she pranced around playfully, inviting them all to come to her. A small smile spread across her features, and the triplet looked to her sisters — Alya had come to join them too — and wiggled her tail, ready to follow their lead.